"Oh."

She's quiet for a few moments, looking around at the room, and the other people in it. Some of them are familiar, and there's a small pang that wants to reach out to them, but an even strong desire to just sort of be alone for a little bit. She's still shaken, and she knows she'll want company at some point, but for just a moment, she wants to gather her thoughts. She died, and it hurt, and she felt betrayed that anyone else here would do that to her, but she's also confused and... well, alive.

"I think I want to go back to my pond, please."